She is his fire, the spirit that matches the beast that lurks beneath him. She is the pride and the prize that he treasured above all others. She is young, far younger than he would have preferred but she is young enough that he knows she will last against the creature who demanded ultimate allegiance. She was proud, the gleam of anger that burned in her eyes as he lashed out at her would have sent any lesser mare running for the hills. But not his beautiful little viper. She screamed her rage at him, jerking her neck away from his grasping teeth so that he is left only with a fw straying strands of her alabaster mane. Twin harks bury themselves beneath his own cream and caramel colored tresses as she charges forward to meet him, rearing up to lash her forelimbs out at his head and neck. Instinct draws him to take a step backwards, proud head darting to the side so that her weather worn hooves rake down the point of his coffee colored skin, blood welling up and leaving a trail of crimson from the point of his shoulder to disappear amid the thick feathers around his foreleg. He snorts at her words, and snakes his own neck forward as he too rises, forelegs reaching to trap her between his legs as jaws part to fight for a taste of her blood. The beast craved it. It had him now, its yellow eyes flashing beneath his own jaded green. Saliva coated his tongue, adrenaline pumped through his veins as he longed to mark her as his. The others were pretty little trinkets but she was his prize, his trophy. It was her more than any other that he wanted to see with his foal suckling at her side, it was that fire that burned in her that he wanted to tame and make his own. She already had claimed a number of admirers but Rougaru would not let them have her. They would not touch her. Only him.

"You are mine!" he growls, pivoting his heels until once more he is atop her. Forelimbs rake hungrily at his sides as greedily he claims her, feeling a sense of ultimate power and fulfillment atop her warm flesh. He knows that she managed to keep clear of him this breeding season... but next... there would be no freeing her of him. She would bear his foals for the rest of her life. "You will never be free of me." he hisses, his rugged voice grating against her ear as his blunt teeth rake along her spine. He had fallen without even knowing it, his heart of stone now entertwined with the spikes of her barbed wire. There would never be tenderness between them... but there was adoration in the venom and the fire that spurned their hatred.